With tiny legs
we walked through sands,
Bags and books
At back and in hands.
Bare footed in group
Always we moved,
Having our meals
That mothers cooked.
Together we moved
In the open sun
Walking and running
There was fun.
Sat on plain floor
Opened our books,
Teachers were calm,
Friendly in looks.
The days are gone
Leaving me none.
Except few moments,
And teacher's comments.
Friends are far, lost
Never to get at any cost,
All are settled by time's call.
I do remember, miss them all.
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